Thor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I asked carefully. “That’s not going to be fun,” he answered. I took that as a clear sign he didn’t want to have the conversation with me, so I didn’t press further. Pushing an Alpha, especially one already walking the edge of his temper, was never wise. But Thor surprised me. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze momentarily before returning to me. “Since my parents died… I stopped feeling things the way normal people do,” he began. “At least not when it comes to the opposite sex.”

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Why? Me: I don’t like these girls drooling all over my man. Thor: R U Jealous? Me: No! Thor: Yeah, whatever. I know Ur, jealous babe. Me: Fine, you would be too if it was a bunch of guys looking at me like that. Thor: No guy better look at my girl that way. Me: See told you

he said, his voice carrying a touch of bittersweetness. Theda took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding to Alpha Norton's statement, almost in a whisper. "Alpha Norton, you have always cared for me and the pack. I... I am grateful for everything you've done. But I also realize that my heart has always belonged to Alpha Tyler. I'm sorry I was never true to you about my feelings. But I can stay here if you want me to. Alpha Norton's expression softened, a mix of sadness and understanding. "I don't want you to stay unhappy with me, Theda," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Your happiness lies with Alpha Tyler, and it's time you both find your way back to each other."

Arden doubted it. "You are lot more forgiving than I," Thor said in his mind. Thor had been quiet for some time after finding out that Aurora could not bear their children. Something was broken inside of Thor, and he needed time to heal. "Just giving him the chance to do the right thing," Arden responded. He made his way over to the steps of the pack house.

He had also started training beside me often than not lately, quiet and steady like a man determined to make up for a night his loyalty had been unfairly questioned. Jennifer appeared in the garage doorway before I could pick the drill up and something in her face stopped me cold before she said a single word. “Thor is back " she said. "He found something. About the elder.” I dropped the water bottle. I do not remember deciding to move, only that I was across the yard and inside the house before Jennifer had finished the sentence Frey and Gordon close behind me. Thor stood in the room road dust still on his jacket his expression carefully arranged into something that told me the news was not

It’s like she never thought he would give me the time of day… just like I never thought he would either. However, before I have a chance to answer, Jackson jumps in and stands between us. “Alpha, she’s a human girl who’s been trying to cling to me,” Jackson lies, and when I look at Thorne to protest, he’s already glaring at Jackson for speaking for me. “I asked Aurora,” Thorne rumbles, his expression darkening. Jackson stutters and steps aside, letting me look up at Thorne. This is so different than I expected. I don’t know what to say until Thorne turns his eyes back on me, and they soften slightly.

Thalia couldn’t breathe properly. Not because something was choking her… But because everything inside her felt too much. Too fast. Too real. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to steady herself. The images were still there. That girl. That version of her. Standing in fire like it couldn’t touch her. Like she didn’t belong to it. Like she controlled it. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head slightly. “That’s not me.” No one answered immediately. That silence again.

For years, Rafael had lived by one rule: no attachments. No soft spots. No weaknesses. Now he had the softest, most breakable thing in the world sleeping upstairs — and every monster in the dark would come for her because of him. Because of what he felt for her. The thought almost made him violent. Made him want to kill everything that even looked at her wrong. He needed a plan. He needed a war plan. But when he finally turned from the window, his gaze flickered upstairs — toward her room — and something terrible and tender twisted in his chest.